Who am I?
(Translation of an ancient Indian poetry by Adi Sankaracharya titled Nirvana Shatkam)
(Personal note: The words sound great and meaning's profound. All thanks to the translator and for the post somewhere in the web.)

Neither am I mind, nor intelligence ,
Nor ego, nor thought,
Nor am I ears or the tongue or the nose or the eyes,
Nor am I earth or sky or air or the light,
But I am the all pervading Consciousness, the all pervading happiness,
Yes, I am definitely All pervading Consciousness.

Neither am I the movement due to life,
Nor am I the five airs, nor am I the seven elements,
Nor am I the five internal organs,
Nor am I voice or hands or feet or other organs,
But I am the all pervading Consciousness, the all pervading happiness,
Yes, I am definitely All pervading Consciousness

I never do have enmity or friendship,
Neither do I have vigour nor feeling of competition,
Neither do I have assets, or money or passion or salvation,
But I am the all pervading Consciousness, the all pervading happiness,
Yes, I am definitely All pervading Consciousness

Never do I have good deeds or sins or pleasure or sorrow,
Neither do I have holy chants or holy water or holy scriptures or fire sacrifice,
I am neither food nor the consumer who consumes food,
As I am the all pervading Consciousness, the all pervading happiness,
Yes, I am definitely All pervading Consciousness

I do not have death or doubts or distinction of caste,
I do not have either father or mother or even birth,
And I do not have relations or friends or teacher or students,
As I am the all pervading Consciousness, the all pervading happiness,
Yes, I am definitely All pervading Consciousness

I am one without doubts, I am without form,
Due to Knowledge I do not have any relation with my organs,
And I am always redeemed,
And I am the all pervading Consciousness, the all pervading happiness,
Yes, I am definitely All pervading Consciousness

I sit alone not knowing the Heart's cry and wonder why;
Life is Joy in all its glory and fun is its niches
I laugh but laughs are not what they mean or so i see
And i cry but crying is not what i am.

I see me everywhere but yet fail to recognise myself
for the bubbling Life is the same as much as its Joys and sorrows
I wait, i hear, i get lost and yet i yearn Love
The distance ripples out pangs of imperfect throes
Only to be separated by untruthful lust.

I am the Mother and the son and the affection that binds them both
I am the Lover and and the loved and that bond bringing the affinity
I am that Love, Oh deceitful lust, why doeseth thee not recognise thyself!

i have been given all i want yet i ask more
The biggest of desires is to have no desire at all, yet i ask
The peace hides in my own hideous mask but realizing it, i do not.
I am the poor and the rich but i see not the impoverished or the abundant
I am that peace, Oh unremitting desire, why doeseth thee not recognise thyself!

I wait to see thee with my eyes closed as i sleep off in ignorance
I wait to hear thy words but hear not, for my ears are plugged by the fingers of worries
I wait to smell the fragrance but alas the mucous of lust hinders the very substance
Oh wonderful Compassion, when will thee come to awaken this spoilt child?